Louisa: A Poetical Novel. Second Epsitle. (Anna Seward Poems)
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
LOUISATOEMMA,HER FRIEND IN THE EAST-INDIES.THEE EMMA , four slow-circling years have seenPress, with thy pensive foot, Savannas green;Seen thee, with ...
May 16: 1568Blow from the North, thou bitter North wind,Blow over the western bay,Where Nith and Eden and Esk run ...
You are but millions. Our unnumbered nationsAre as the sands upon the sounding shore.We are the Scythians! We are the ...
Tell me ye King-craft of to-day Where is Athens, who made men free; Then sank into stupor by the way, ...
O Love, thou Judas of the martyred soul!Thou pandar to the painted harlot, Life !The rankest lies wherewith thy heart ...
As imperceptibly as grief The summer lapsed away, — Too imperceptible, at last, To seem like perfidy. A quietness distilled, ...
When battles were fought With a chivalrous sense of should and ought, In spirit men said, "End we quick or ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
The Devil -- had he fidelity Would be the best friend -- Because he has ability -- But Devils cannot ...
Sweet Pirate of the heart, Not Pirate of the Sea, What wrecketh thee? Some spice's Mutiny -- Some Attar's perfidy? ...
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar With confidential moan -- Not mended by Mortality Are Fabrics truly torn -- ...
Distrustful of the Gentian -- And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy -- Weary ...
Through those old Grounds of memory, The sauntering alone Is a divine intemperance A prudent man would shun. Of liquors ...
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away -- Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy -- A Quietness ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh; O ...
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
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